Thanks.

But you must remember that you are dealing with some people so ploddingly dim that even were George at the foot of their bed, personally extracting their toe-nails with a pliers...still, still they would stretch their aching reason, contorting and contriving, that possibly, yes, perhaps, yeah...maybe he was just 'fixing the sheets' ((*)(*)(*)(*) Karl, make something up quick which explains the 'pliers-sheets' incongruity!)

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